ANNA's POV (10 minutes before she met ace)
I was standing still, glancing at the tree. We used to play hide and seek. He consistently wanted me to find him. That being the case, he used to hide behind the tree. My dad introduced him to me. He had fair skin and braces in his teeth. I was a bit taller than him. He needed to turn his head up in order to talk to me. Not much but just slightly turning head up would do. He was a great human being who was always jolly. I wonder why only the great ones are taken away from us? I can feel my heart crying without any tears flowing down. I should be the one to hold responsible for all those things that gave him tough and sturdy times.
"Let's play." These words and we were headed to this park. So many memories in this park. I sometimes wish for him to be still alive.
ANNA'S POV
PRESENT TIME
As I try to push this pervert away, We end up falling into a large pit which I didn't notice was next to me. We both shout loudly as we possibly can. It's dark and slippery inside. I finally come back to my senses. I unfold my eyes taking my time. He, wrapping his hands around my arms catches my attention. "Let go," I order him instantly.
He makes an attempt to glance at me but raindrops enfold his whole face, the drops flowing down and entering his mouth make him not able to speak or reply. He shuts and opens his eyes continuously. But at least he hears me and lets go of me straight away. It is still raining and It's overly cold. Sound of rain dropping to earth's surface and an awkward silence between us is all I can give ear to.
"You should've told me about the pit," I whisper closely to his ear so that he can hear me.
"What?" He asks, making his eyes narrow.
"Pit!!! Why didn't you tell me?" I yell fiercely.
He hears me at last. I am assured, he heard "Pit" at most. "I TOLD YOU!!" He shouts at top of his lungs and shifts his eyes elsewhere to ignore me.
I saw a bit of him because everything was blurry earlier. I caught a teeny-weeny bit of him trying to mention something. The rain finally starts to go away. Our voice can be heard now. The dark clouds begin fading away. "Help me get out of here," I demand, after finally being able to breathe. He stares and gives an expression "wtf" expression.
"As if I can."
Isn't he the one to drag me down? He should've shouted harder and more to the top. He is just a useless punk. I thought of forgiving him but now that He, himself came to lion's cave, I cannot just let him go without making proper use of him. l need to manipulate him, for now, to get out of here.
"Hey." I give him a tiresome look. "I will get on your back and climb out of here. Turn around."
"No."
"Why not? After all, you're the one at fault."
He plays bad boy thing out of blue, dark blue and light blue. He pushes me against the wall and puts his both hands on the wall in such a way I can't escape. I am forced to look at him. He had me pinned against the wall. From the way, he is glaring into my eyes with his heavenly deep blue and ironically innocent eyes, it looks as though as he escaped out of his good boy act.
"Anna, What's your problem? First, You made me fall down here with you, and Second, You're trying to place the blame on me now?"
He starts to speak in a seductive way. He had a strong, deep, and on the edge voice. One try and the girl is all his. But not on me. He better get out of his illusion if he's trying to seduce me with his lame tricks.
"How can you be so confident? Throwing a vase on someone doesn't make you scary. It makes you someone who cannot bear the truth."
He gives a devilish smirk. I have so much to say but the words are undetectable and have been hushed up. I am out of the earth right now. I am in an unmovable position. Everything is blank and dark for a minute.
"Earth to Anna?" He has put his hands inside his pocket. I guess, His favorite thing to do might be putting hands in the pockets. We both are dirty and stinking but he still is trying to act cool. He is staring at me, tilting his head. His arms are crossed. I finally come back to my senses and have my signature expression on my face.
"Were you feeling at sea when you talked to me earlier?" I question him calmly. It's clearly seen how I am fuming right now. To be exact, I sound angrier and frustrated because of how I ain't using my strength or anything, I just want to talk to him and end this.
"Why are you so close to me?" He giggles and mocks me. "I told I ain't scared of you, Will you please drop down your stupid "Pyscho" play for a minute. It exhausts me."
"Do you realize, how much you're wanting to die?" I whisper softly to his ear while I have my shoulders and hands behind my back. I am needlessly close to him. He has gone too far. I ain't reciting shaggy-dog story here.
"Okay, Put an end to me, do you know how to take life or---."
I grab him by his throat and his scruff of the neck. I am trying as hard as I can to choke him. I spare no effort. I throttle him so badly. His eyes are red as if he took intoxicants. His neck is swelling.
He does all he can to break loose, but he gives out. Such a shame for a guy who can't defend himself from a girl. Perhaps, He could, if it was just some other girl. He is incompetent to stop me from attacking him.
"Hey, Stop. I am choking to death." He smiles and chuckles pretending to be okay with it even when injured.
"Did you think I am somebody you can poke fun at with ease?"
"You...I feel sorry for you. You are an empty can with no feelings." He croaks as he struggles for breath.
Wounding, hurtful, and upsetting. Those words he uttered were. It escorted me to despair with a robust heartache. My tears have been glued inside my eyes. It won't pour out. My hands clung to his neck. I recall my buried painful past which I left behind. As I am choking him, I reminisce about the very similar incident happening to me. The dark shadow of her, She is choking me. I cry my heart out as it would break for help but never a soul comes.
I return and recover from the flashback. I let go of his neck at a snail's pace. He collapses. "Ahem Ahem." He is wheezing and coughing ceaselessly. He shows signs of passing out. He finally blacks out. I sit on my knees next to him. I stroke his hair gently. My tears gush down onto his face.
"I hope you die" I smile smugly at him.